The perfect back posture.

[Trazalca]

Guess the hip-hop rappers had it right all along. :rolleyes:

"Lean back." (http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/20061128/sc_livescience/newadvicedontsitupstraight)

(or Sitting up straight hurts your back. (http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/20061128/sc_livescience/newadvicedontsitupstraight))

[Space Tycoon]

As long as you don't slouch. Slouching is really bad for the posture.



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[Trazalca]

As long as you don't slouch. Slouching is really bad for the posture..

Yeah. I heard that when you do, you're squishing most of your internal organs
together. Ew.

[Nostromo]

Organs ?? What are these organs you speak of?? :wink: N

[neglet]

You know, ORGANS. A musical instrument created by forcing air through pipes.

So when you slouch, you crush your organs and make a "TOOT" sound.

[sickness]

Expeshully your swell organ. Huh-huh. Huh-huh.

[Trazalca]

All right you sick dweebs.

Let's get back on track. This thread is about improving your back posture.

Not swelling organs.

The sad disease that is thread-derailment has got to stop.
Worse still, a pathetic call for the thread to ultimately call in Jakester
to chime in with yet another typical sexually charged quip
about his online Don-Juan-ish manhood gone rampant must end.

You know, it happens every time. Create a thread about the lost plight
of puppies, or the development of hardened callouses on the toes
of aging cheerleaders, and sooner or later, the thread devolves like a
deflating balloon, ending up with Jakester finally posting and killing the thread
about how he'd like to make it with half the Mania membership.

It's a sad and vicious cycle people. And sooner or later, there will have to be
an intervention.

But ya wanna know what's even sadder? Do you? Huh? Do ya? Do ya?!

You actually ENJOY this!

You love it when you can plunk down your witty little posts, and in sheer desperation,
turn anything into a double entendre, which turns the thread into a BeetleJuice call
to Jakester to come-a-runnin' and pirouette his way in and let loose his spray
of copulent manjuices all over the place with the glee of a mad firefighter
running amok with a firehose at full blast for the sake of snuffing out a bic lighter.

It's insanity! It's repetitive to a degree where if you were looking for a different
result, you wouldn't find it and you wouldn't care. And what makes it even
scarier is the disturbing fact that this is COLLECTIVE EFFORT.
All of you dingbats are in on it!

You're content to supply the environment by which, once it is developed, primed,
and at the ready, He-that-shall-not-be-denied comes a running, and you're willing
to tweak, work and sweat to that end over just about ANYTHING that is ever
discussed in any thread. And even so, it doesn't even have to be about what the
thread discusses. All that is required is a POSTER!

If it lives or comes near to breathing any breath of life, he'll hump it like a naughty
chihuahua that deserves a good swatting on the butt from a rolled up newspaper.
He has far and away proven not to discriminate how where or who.

Now let's stop and think about this for a second.

I'm not being terribly obtuse here. I understand there is a thing called "downtime",
when things get slow during the holidays, you get bored.
You get antsy. You want something to come along and entertain you.
You sit at your desk, and somewhere along the way, there's these pockets of
downtime that come in where, basically, nothing happens.
No one talks to you, or you don't care to talk to anybody around you.
So, the internet becomes that haven of havens, where boredom can
be allayed from your life with the simple click of a mouse, and "voila!",
you are educated, entertained, edutained, entercated, challenged,
tickled, amused, titilated, fascinated, and when all of those options are exhausted
while trying to fill these pockets of your time being suckled,
and the milk bottle of your online amusements run frantically dry,
you mope, cry, weep, stamp your feet and scream a collic banshee of a scream
to the firmaments above because you are no longer sated.

So what do you do? You go somewhere where you can create such amusements.
You go where it can all happen at the edge of your fingertips.
You post a thread at an online bulletin board. At first, no one responds,
until suddenly, someone does. You shriek with delight! Somebody else in the world
notices that you're alive! This in turns starts off an online friendship that invariably
ends up either legit, or a bad case of Romy-fied stalking. In time, you find yourself
juggling several posters that are either friends, half-friends, stalkers, half-stalkers, and
mostly desperate and lonely at night.

Then, as if by some pagan and perverse magic, Jakester comes along.

At first, he seems nice enough. Genial enough. Maybe even friendly enough to
lend you advice, or turn a phrase to make you laugh.
But without warning, he gets close to you. Enough to smell his breath.
Enough to feel the rank and reek of his sweaty prowess, and like any virginal response, you don't know how to behave, until it all comes so fast,
and it's too late, and it's over faster than you can say
"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy...."

You get the idea.

Anyway, getting back to my original point, the thread is being derailed.
And it will end up calling He-who-shall-not-be-named-while-carrying-a-load-in-his-pants-the-size-of-a-half-gallon-jug.

It's pathetic I tell you. Pathetic.

And mark my words.

This forum is headed with guns blazing and guts puking into a rehab center.

And who will be held accountable? Who will carry the pale and mop to clean
up this putrid mess you started with no lick of remorse in your soul?

That's right. You know who you are.

Just don't be calling me in your clean up crew. Uh-uh.

No thanks.

Not gonna do it.

I'm done with this blatant disregard of civility.

I'll be going to my ivory tower now. But when I get back,
this place had better be ship-shape and tip-top! You hear me?
I'm talking waffles-and-eggs-cooked-on-the-tile-floor clean here mister!
Not one speck of dust on the mantle. Not one fork out of place.
Not one jock strap lying on the corner.
Those shirts WILL be starched and ironed, and those toys will be picked up
and put back in the toychest. You hear me?
I want the dishes done and the garbage put out.
The grass needs to be mowed, the windows wiped, the mildew scrubbed out
and the corner bushes trimmed into perfect cubes.
Shirts will be tucked in, skirts will remain below knee level,
and by golly, underwear will be worn in the inside of your clothing!
None of this Madonna-wanna-be crap.

Traz out! :romy:

[rappites]

Oh, Boki you turn me on when you talk dirty like that.

You have to have a back bone to do the dirty deed. Or do ya?

[Jakester]

Could you repeat that? I wasn't listening.

[Bill_the_Pony]

Well, I wish they would provide a diagram of this position. I'm not one to suffer genreal back pain, other than the occasional crick...and yeah, I get knots and tense, too....but it would be nice to see an illustration of this so I'd have a better idea of what they are referring to.

As much as I want to sit up straight at the computer, I tend to slouch. :(

Or slump back and fall asleep. :o

I've fancied getting one of those hydraulic tables so I can lift everything up to a height where I can stand and work at the computer, but that's getting a little OCD. :rolleyes:

I do think I'll spring for one of those massaging pads that you slip onto the back of your chair, the kind that costs around a hundred bucks and can really dig in to your back. :)

[neglet]

I don't know what you're talking about, Traz. I was making a fart joke. :headscratch:

[fastcar]

http://www.aea16.k12.ia.us/TechData/inet4sp/BethByers/Beavis.GIF

heh heh Pipe!

[Space Tycoon]

I've been having the worst back pain, upper and lower, for a couple of years now. It is the result of: a) having a job that often puts strain on the upper back; and b) spending many hours sitting in front of the computer, which screws up the lower back.

It gets so bad sometimes, I get these spasms of paint that just immobilize me for awhile. I had to do these stretching exercises for awhile, take hot showers etc. It's no fun. I feel old before my time.




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[rappites]

Sex. . .lots of sex. Helps with the back pain. Do every position too. Not just missionary. After the sex. A nice back massage.

[Space Tycoon]

Yeah, but then my wrist gets sore... :Laugh:


Kidding. That is probably sound advice.


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